Her fingers are warm as she takes his arm, melding with the residual heat that radiates from him and the silken shirt he wears. Her returned compliment is granted a playful smile as he guides her toward the bar, his gaze drifting toward where she points to if only to try and figure out which drink it was she’s looking at. “Looks like a Torchline Sunrise.” He hums, but the bartender is on top of it already, already in the process of making it alongside his own drink.
As for his mask? He snorts, letting a chuckle out as he shrugs a shoulder casually, turning to face the firebird a bit more fully. “Well, I figured it would be a mask that wouldn’t give me away too much.” He flashes a wink toward her, amusement lining the corners of his eyes before they’re hidden away by the mask completely. “How’d you pick yours?”
As for his mask? He snorts, letting a chuckle out as he shrugs a shoulder casually, turning to face the firebird a bit more fully. “Well, I figured it would be a mask that wouldn’t give me away too much.” He flashes a wink toward her, amusement lining the corners of his eyes before they’re hidden away by the mask completely. “How’d you pick yours?”
